Whilst colonialism by waring nations has slowly decreased across the globe. Corporate colonialism has been steadily rising, seizing power in society, and using it's social and economic influence to extract resources from the entire world; with little or no concern for any of its fellow inhabitants. That's because corporate colonial power; (or the super rich) has no stake or little compassion for the welfare of indigenous populations or local economy's.
The super elite are so detached from reality, that they literally live in Alyssum; seemingly avoiding all the negative consequences of their poor conduct, requiring just a small workforce to oversee production.
The welfare of the surplus population, especially ￼￼those too young, or too old to work is immaterial; unprofitable!￼ And as such, is poorly funded so as to pacify the masses and stave off civil-unrest.
Which is why globally there is a constant and gradual increase in funding profitable military sectors, mining and the media; and a gradual decline in funding environmental schemes, health or education. ￼
As the evening ticks on I sit and ponder Inside my restless spirit I witness the comings And goings Of all the people Through the pixels of black Scrolling or trolling The ether holds such power Yet it’s substance is weak Usage of color inside words A slip of the keys Portrayal in portraits In lives out of the hives But what is the point Engaging in this parade Do you show off your mask Create those tasks So I wonder again If I’m in the right place Or did I just end up In a new trap for me
Action without validation without comparison by Instagram. Experience not shared not shown to those in the stands. These events have value even when not shared by you. Secret acts are potent so relish these moments without posts.
Media moguls, farming us like baboons, leaving just a flicker of our human potential; enough to consume.
A bitter machine, manufacturing and selling the illusion of fear and failure; ******* with our subconscious, spinning and expanding this dark material world; for nothing more than prestige and false profits.
There is more to life than this! We are all children of the light! Wake up Space monkeys!
A constant stream of negativity, greed and desire.
I can keep it all to myself the things you said to me the things you did it's mine forever it's mine alone the things I wish I did the things I wish I said I should have put a bullet in your pretty little head I can keep it all to myself the things I said to you the things I did the things I thought it's mine forever it's mine alone
Instagram was a graveyard of memories that came to pass until my ex shared a picture of our son on the backseat of his car with their hands touching whoever "he" is I wonder if he knows all the nasty **** you love to do the ****** up thoughts you keep the thoughts that keep you so very far away from me
Now Instagram is a nightmare a collage of everything that makes me sick to breathe it's where my dreams died and reanimated as someone else's and that's ok because in a way they are still mine forever his and mine alone
If we ever touched again that would be our very own cosmic Hiroshima **** up I wonder how many souls we'd stamp out? I wonder how many dreams would die? mine are at the forefront of my mind the dreams I had of us together as the happiest three man band the world has never seen